Wednesday, March 19, 2008

On March 18, 2008, my readers wrote poetry dedicated to mojo. Read and enjoy.

VE said...Oh no!My afrois aglowBecause long agoI lost my mojoWhere did it go?I do not knowWhat a bozo.

Kanrei said...I once had a mojoWhere did it go?It can't wander fastIt can't wander slowIt can't fly in the skyIt can't swim in the seaSo why did my mojoUp and leave me?Was it something I saidOr Something I didn't do?Did it leave me for another?Is it there beside you?I can't believe it would leave meSitting here all aloneIf you see my mojoPlease remind it to phone.

NYD said...Be lookin high an low,for that knob that controls the flow,of good times - high and bad ones - low.When emotions take their toll.Circumstances rock and roll.Get down to where the gypsies go.A little shack where the moon don't show.Then ask the one who lives there, with eyes as black as crows,to lay on you some powerfull MOJO!

Skunkfeathers said...There was a young lass from St. Lo,who thunk to herself Oh F*** no,her horoscope saw bad mojo,and for the whole week it will just blow.

Charles said...The breakfast was fine,The food totally mine.Fresh coffee on which to blow,before a presence did ask, "MoJo?"

Hale McKay said...Uh-oh.Oh no, no!A poem about Mojo?Get me some more Joe.Maybe a rhyme will flow,Or I might have to eat crow.On top of old spaghetti - oreganoThis makes no sense, I know,Not at the Vaudevill showOr the beach at Kokamo.What means this mojo?More coffee ya know;Think more JoeLike - mo'Jo.Oh no, no.Uh-oh.

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